I hate how much sense he made at the time. I hate how easily I let it go.
I never thought someone from Tumblr would be able to find me in the real world. I never thought I’d be woken up by an intruder inside of my double bolted apartment.
“It’s okay, mom. I know she died.”
“Come on, man. It’s just a game. So what’s the deal?”
I know they won’t believe me. Nobody believes me.
Where can I find a woman, where can I find a woman like that?
I had no idea what kind of shit storm the next month would bring, all because I accepted that one, beautiful little trinket on a chain.
Do you know what it’s like to live without a soul? Because I do.
The neighbor’s bedroom is on the other side of the wall, right next to mine. Already, I can hear him screaming at her.